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Oh, ’tis jesting, dancing, drinking Spins the heavy world around.

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That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.
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Content Lost Myself Plain Shine
And how am I to face the odds Of man’s bedevilment and God’s? I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made.
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Afraid Face God Man Myself World
I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
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Animal Definition Myself Poetry
I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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Choose Rid Words
I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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Ears Earth Silence Worst
And malt does more than Milton can to justify God’s ways to man.
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Belief Believe Book Drink Food Greatness Hope Loyal Soul Today Worship Yesterday
The rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone.
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Alone Hatton Lying Midnight Orion Prone Rain Strike Wester
Good religious poetry… is likely to be most justly appreciated and most discriminately relished by the undevout.
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When the journey’s over/There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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Enough Journey Limit Order Rich Sleep Struggle Success Time
Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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Business Chance Luck Motivation One Liner Think Thinking Trouble Young
Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
A. E. HOUSMAN
Tell me not here, it needs not saying, What tune the enchantress plays In aftermaths of soft September Or under blanching mays, For she and I were long acquainted And I knew all her ways.
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Action Field Long Play Tune
Stars, I have seen them fall, But when they drop and die No star is lost at all From all the star-sown sky. The toil of all that be Helps not the primal fault; It rains into the sea And still the sea is salt.
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Die Drop Fall Sky Stars
The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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Break Dance Leaving Print
The thoughts of others Were light and fleeting, Of lovers’ meeting Or luck or fame. Mine were of trouble, And mine were steady; So I was ready When trouble came.
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Deep Feeling Light Love Lover Luck Thought Understand

Oh, ’tis jesting, dancing, drinking Spins the heavy world around.

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